Tuesday, November 21
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The Fellowship of the Pyscho Teachers
 Believe it or not, I'm going to miss these psychos:  He made my classes fun with the games we played.  My roomate and club crawler. My coworkers to the left and right.  The office joker.  Joker's joker girlfriend.  Drew Carrey coworker.  Excoworker, exroomate, cheapskate.  The office creepy guy. All the girls kept their distance.  Fellow Canadian.  My friend's roomate. |
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The Train Game
 What is that picture you ask? I'll tell you what. It's a pube. More specifically, it's a pube lying on the floor of the Tobo Tojo train line. If this isn't proof of train cart molestation, I don't know what is. Pubes don't grow on trees and neither do they on train floors. There was some sort of unwanted finger-play going on and I captured the curly consequences. Japan actually does have molestation problems on trains. There is one train line, the Seiko line (wrong spelling), that is well known for it. Japanese women have told me if a man grabbed them, they would either not do anything or walk away. When I tell them what an American would do (one of the 3 S': scream, slap or swear) the Japanese women are shocked. I had a very serious round table discussion with my friends about this topic and what someone could do is very limited. We read about a guy who filmed the incident with his camera and then when the train stopped, he pinned the molester down until an officer came and he showed him the evidence. Although noble, the woman still had to endure molestation for an entire train ride. I contributed my congo line solution, which was quite popular. If I saw a man stick a finger up the ass of a girl, I should then in turn stick my finger up his ass, encouraging and inspiring a molestation congo line. |
Friday, November 17
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Ageha
 Ageha, one of the largest clubs in Asia. It's so large in fact that it even has an outdoor pool and a mini food court (which served kebobs that were the highlight of my night).
When you enter, there's a pat down search with employees wearing SECURITY labeled uniforms. They do so not to check for weapons or drugs, but because it gives the club a north american legitimacy, a coolness.
Inside you have lots of cute, thin Japanese girls and tons of guys, who my friends and I call Rei Keichi, a hairstylist we know who has that scraggly goatee and mustache particular to Asians and dyed orange hair popular with Asians.
About midway through the night (the night starts at 1 am) the music shuts down and projection screens display a highlight reel that looks like a news broadcast or documentary. It's of a troupe of showgirls -- basically strippers -- making international headlines (Paris, London, New York). Apparently, and I wouldn't know this of course, they perform at Ageha on Saturdays and strip/dance to a theme, last week was office lady workers and this week was an Egyptian thing.
The four dancers kept to the four corners of the bar square and rotated so everyone had a good oogle.
Here is a really crappy video I took. Don't complain because I had to endure the grimace of a nearby bouncer and accept that all of those around me pegged me as a pervert. I did it for you folks. For you.
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Friday, November 10
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The end is near
I am nearing the end of my contract, so naturally time is a snail and classes are drying paint. Recently, most of the teachers have been playing "Word of the Month." How word of the month works is simple. All you have to do is somehow during your lesson use the word of the month. If another teacher hears the word, they must say "You got it." Words we've used: ninja, grey socks, giant panda, angry tortoise, rock lobster, treasure chest, WHAM! and the latest, totem pole. One time I had a really low level student and I just used all the words within 10 minutes although most of the time it didn't make any sense, but I did in return get to hear many "you got it." |
Tuesday, November 7
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Wowzers
I wasn't going to mention this, but my therapist and support group have encouraged me to do so... I'm addicted to World of Warcraft (WOW) again. If you don't know what this is, you live in a better world than me. I kicked the habit two years ago, but I have a horrible roomate who said, hey, I'm going to do some WOW, here try some, have a free trial. So I tried it and it wasn't so addicting at first, I smugly thought, this is what I was addicted to before, how weak I was! But now I sit typing this blog on laptop two, while laptop one whirs on with WOW. |
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